| raine dances... |
| ...lifts from knelt pose to follow an aisle toward the baths, large sunken tubs steaming with warmed waters, her eyes seek the inviting surface that reflects a beautiful girl back to emerald depths . . standing there, hips tilted as one leg bends in insolent leisure �knee swinging wide to show inner thigh ...tilts small head, fiery tresses slipping to cover soft skin in warm blanket as she peers into the placid mirror . . fingers splay in surreal action, hands feather over the quiver in tight belly �feeling his hands at her hips, holding her, guiding her- then opens half closed lids to focus again on the contours reflected in the pool ...whispers one word in a tone dripping venom, �slut�, she says . . barely able to count one ihn before rouged lips curl in seductive smile, her hands climbing in response over vale of creamy skin to nestle just beneath teardrop breasts �thumbs framing rounded sides to cup and offer ripe fruit- pink tongue darting out to wet lips ...peers down, luscious curves swaying ever so slightly to capture and intrigue eyes that feast on slave form, each part of her vying to be what pleases . . she lifts hands to straight hair, lifting heavy blanket behind creamy shoulders once more �smiling at how breasts raise just a bit, nipples wrinkling tight, buds offered up- ...smiles, eyes flaring wide in instant pleasure . . she draws shoulders back, arching to keep breasts proffered in delicious temptation, hands slide behind her to cross wrists just above tender bottom �hips tilting forward in natural pose, she pulls and locks the muscles of taut belly in, gaze turning left ...�Slave!�, she says . . the word torn from her as limbs loosen out in a shift to stand straight, right foot stepping down into the cleansing pool of water �hands washing and rinsing smooth skin before slut sinks beneath the surface, bubbles hurtling up to dance, clinging together, above water ...comes up, water cascading off swimming ropes of hair drawn down with its weight . . her face sparkling firelight back from the sheen of wetness until only drops remain �one dangling at the outer corner of left eye, lashes holding it there until hands brush over calm features to wring out long tresses, top to bottom ...moves from the tub, creating chaos once again as water splashes from fresh slut . . once more turns to the pool to see blurred and warped image �a glimpse of curved waist, the length of strong legs, even a teased hint of amazement in her gaze- she breathes "~ la kajira ~" |
| Bath Dance * reflection of a slave * written December 2004, not performed |
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